AN: I wrote the previous chapter specifically for persons that wanted some Kagome, Dr. Tanaka actions, but sometimes actions have terrible consequences. With his personality Sesshomaru would never forgive Kagome for betraying him, he would make her suffer and then take the children away from her. This chapter is my answer to the situation for all parties involved. Wink, thanks for the review and kind words Guest!
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Seconds passed into seconds as scarlet eyes pierced her frightened ones like a razor's edge, sharp and quick. Her body quivered wildly with the onslaught of cold fear, as Sesshomaru's steps took him ever closer with each angry stride that he took to her.
Her palms grew wetter as her hands shook, she felt trapped, she couldn't move, but self preservation and the ungodly thought that her ex mate was going to kill her lifted the fog from her mind.
She thought that she should run while she still had the chance. Then she thought that she might feel better if she could just throw up. But the hands of terror had ceased her very soul, gripping firmly to the only physical escape that could unburden the heaviness from her chest.
Footsteps finally rang out, cutting across the trepidation as he hastened the final few steps to her.
"K-ag-ome," he snarled through jutted teeth, from a face that was so much in likeness to the animal spirit that he housed.
Shaky fingers curled around her neck, she closed her eyes tight, this was it, and she was going to die. Fear had eaten away her powers, and not an ounce of it was left to salvage her already shredded dignity.
The hand on her neck tightened, she opened her eyes quickly. His face framed by a wild mass of disheveled silken hair. He looked beautiful until she stared at his eyes. Cold, uncaring and direct, frightened she dragged her eyes down, sucked in the sobs as tears leaked from her eyes.
He forced her head up again with a none too gentle nudge of the wrist, and his red gaze captured her terrified blue ones; and for one fleeting moment, something flickered across his eyes. Could it have been mercy that she had seen mirrored in his orbs just moments before? She dared to hope.
The thoughts of him being merciful didn't last for long, as he closed the space between them with his hand still clamped hard around her throat, while the pain on his features had worsened. She took a deep breath, and hopefully it would not be her last.
She was not yet ready to die, not prepared to leave her children behind, and the thought of the doctor dead at Sesshomaru's hand brought more tears to her eyes.
She began to struggle, clawing at his hand and kicking out wildly at him. Anger flashed across his eyes, and in the second that it took for her to draw for oxygen, his other hand came up swiftly and struck her hard across the cheek. The force of the blow should have sent her head reeling to the side, but a firm hand held her in place as the tears continued to flow.
A look of disgust spread across his face as he sniffed the air once more, almost as if he validated his own findings, wanting to be certain that the woman that he held so passionately in his heart was the same lying cheating woman that he held now in death's embrace.
Quivering lips peeled back slowly as Kagome's tainted scent filtered through him offensively. He growled into her face, she reacted immediately. She closed her eyes tight and opened her mouth in a scream; however, the sounds never made it pass her throat as his hand lay taunt against her neck.
He roared out his distress, this time with his head in the air, it was a crying sound, one filled with despair from a wounded heart and an aching soul. His hand slackened around her neck from the attack of his emotions, Kagome screams released bellowing into the air.
Pain and bitterness, loss and misery were a warring mix of emotions, a blood curdling sound, as one screamed and the other growled out his frustrations. Combined together was the epicenter of horror and dread.
He couldn't take the pain in his chest and the sight of her face that their closeness brought. So he threw her on the bed instead and straddled her hips with both hands crushing into her windpipe.
"Please," she begged, "let me explain."
He didn't want to hear any explanations that she would offer him; his hands tightened further. He knew her too well and knew in his heart that she must have loved the doctor to betray him in such a fashion. And that was a notion that he did not want to hear confirmed from her lying lips.
The red haze of anger, betrayal and rage blanketing his mind and heart he wished could take his thoughts into oblivion, but bitterly he was conscious and felt the pain, it felt like a prickling all over his flesh and a stabbing into his heart.
How could she do this to him, he asked himself as he stared hauntingly at the struggling woman beneath him? She had betrayed him wholeheartedly, because he had thought that she'd understood his position clearly, and had promised to wait on him.
He hissed, rasping on a breath as the pain from betrayal ate at his heart. He clamped down harder as a throbbing ache so intense, so unbearable drove like a stake into his mind and soul.
Her eyes bulged with the relentless pressure of his hand, but his never wavered as he continued to crush the life out of the only woman that he would ever love.
His actions now were driven by bitterness and hopelessness. She had to die for the betrayal and in a sense for taking him for a fool. She had promised to stay true.
As he squeezed harder the images of Kagome writhing under another male flashed across his mind, evoking more jealousy and rage, he couldn't breathe. He didn't know how to control such wild and unequivocal raw emotions.
He felt through the haze of madness that had seized him moments ago that she still fought him, refusing to die but only just. He forced his knees down unto her chest while squeezing her throat harder. She wheezed and choked, surely she would die now by his own hands. How fitting?
Kagome woke up gasping just as she took her final breath and saw Sesshomaru coming towards her. She screamed out long, but this time in uncertainty instead of fear. He stopped and gazed at her, wondering at her strange reaction by his presence.
She looked around the room wildly and saw that everything was in place, there was neither a broken window nor door, and better yet the doctor was still alive, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Her palms came up and covered her face shouldering the weight of her relief as she cried in earnest. Sesshomaru approached her quietly and held her into his arms as he sat on the bed. He had sensed her distress minutes before as he'd held his children's sleeping forms close to his own, but had quickly brushed it aside.
Now he wished that he hadn't as he held her shaking form close to his.
"Kagome," he called and she lifted her head up. "What is wrong?"
She shook her head still finding it so hard to believe that it had all been a dream, she was glad that it was so, but the events had felt so real and her fear so tangible that her mind and body still felt the effects.
"I will be alright," she finally muttered, and turned her head again into his chest.
As her head rested on his chest and he stroked her hair her thoughts were centered on her dreams. How easily what her sub-consciousness brought to the fore of her mind in the form of a dream could become reality, because of loneliness and fear, and with it perverse consequences?
There was no doubt; she had betrayed the male that she loved within the confines of her mind with the doctor as her feelings for him had grown.
She felt loss and confused. What if the doctor had turned up tonight, would she have given into him so easily? The situation with her, Sesshomaru and the princess was festering like a sore, and something had to be done soon to contain the contamination.
She needed strength; life with its ups and downs, loneliness and stress was weakening her. She needed the male that held her now like how she needed to breathe. She needed love, closeness and sex. Of that she was certain.
His eyes widened as he felt Kagome suckling on his flesh through his clothes. He bent her head back and saw tears; he searched her face slowly and saw raw need and wild hunger. He was shocked, but held her closer still.
Her fingers caressed his arms soothingly while the spot on his yukata that her mouth moved against became dampened from her relentless tongue. He wanted her, but with everything happening in their lives he had thought it best if they resisted the urge to copulate.
But now as Kagome molested him and he felt the urgency in her caress he wasn't as certain as before. Together they'd had a very passionate and exciting love life, and now she was being denied. He hadn't given that situation much thought before now to his displeasure.
While he couldn't claim that he had enjoyed being with his wife in anyway, he can honestly admit to himself that the physical parts of his being at times had enjoyed the release that their joining had brought.
Even after discerning the nature of the situation, he found himself hard-pressed to move away. If she gave into her natural urges and impulses he would not deny her any longer, he would give her what she wanted.
He was so close. All she wanted was him; she paid no credence to the warning in her head and the nightmare from earlier. Her eyes opened slowly and she angled her head back.
"I need you," she cried, desperate and with longing in her eyes.
He didn't answer. Instead the muscles in his arms flexed as he cupped her face in his palms. He was going to kiss her. Her hands wrapped tighter around his waist as his head descended, and all the while knowing in her heart that it was him that she'd longed to hold and not the doctor.
She needed to feel the breadth of his shoulders beneath her palms, to tangle her fingers in the soft luxury of his hair, to feel the thread of moon spun silk that slid down the back of his neck.
His hand tunneled through her hair which was a loose mane and not the tight knot that she had become accustomed to now. A pleased smile curves his mouth, and her heart soared along with the last ounce of doubt, chased away by the light into his eyes into oblivion.
Her lips parted as she waits for his kiss. He drew closer, his mouth touched hers, and soft spoken words whispered against her lips.
"Are you sure about this Kagome?"
With her eyes closed she couldn't see his smile, but she felt it, and any lingering doubts that she had disappeared like the mist with a smidgen of sunshine.
"Yes," she answered, "I want you...No I need you."
He left her side then, and she heard as he removed his swords, slipped out of his black tunic, and she swore that she could hear every single button that slid through his calloused fingers. She was emotionally overloaded, super sensitized, and he hadn't even kissed her yet.
Tired of the waiting she pulled her night chemise over her head becoming bare as she waited. A muffled groan caught in her throat as he came nearer to the bed and she looked upon his nakedness, her hands dropped to her sides.
He reached down and caressed her cheek, and his voice soft with contrition he apologized. "I am sorry Kagome; I should have realized your needs before now."
He guided her arm behind her back and forced her closer, entwined his fingers with hers and held her hand at the base of her spine. He took control and left her helpless to resist.
"When we join my koi only you and I will remain," his voice was a husky drawl, his cadence muted by the intensity of emotions.
"Already I feel the warmth of your desire and the heat of your need matching mine," he whispered in her ear.
Her body shivered, she felt his heat too, and if he didn't kiss her now she would surely die. He saved her with the barest brush of his mouth over hers, teasing and fanning the flames of desire that spiraled out of control.
She turned her head more to the side and nipped at his lips as he reached around. He held her tighter and slid his tongue down the length of hers, stroking her with slow, licking flames of molten passion.
She groaned as he pressed his girth against her belly with his hands tight around her waist, intoxicating her with his erotic duel. He lowered her to the bed, and then followed her down into the disarray of cotton sheets and satin pillows. He inhaled the lingering scents on the fabric and then nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, finding there the headier pleasures of his mate.
He deduced that she had been aroused before now, and wondered the cause, because before all he could scent was fear. However, the thought perished as Kagome moaned in need.
His mouth glided across her skin, he tasted her sweet flesh as he left a trail of irresistible, wet warmth. She wanted his mouth on hers again.
The desire no sooner blossomed in her mind than it was fulfilled with urgency and passion. His firm lips stole the need and answered the yearning, which brought upon her an even greater yearning.
The pressure of his weight upon her, of his thigh pressed up between her legs, did insane things to her thoughts. She instinctively lifted her hips higher.
Sesshomaru slipped a hand beneath her, holding her there, and slowly raised his head. A languorous smile played about his mouth, and he increased the pressure ever so slightly as he rubbed against her.
With Kagome he felt alive, his needs were real and she responded beautifully to his seductions. His wife popped up in his head and with a shake of it he let it go. What he felt now was positive and pure, something that he needed just as much as Kagome.
On his knees above her he straddled her hips and watched her smile up at him, it was pure joy and a pleasing sight to behold.
Her hands massaged his bare chest and heightened his arousal. He gave her the the power that he relinquished and it swept her higher and higher.
He laved the satiny softness of her inner thighs with his tongue before the hot zest of her flavor drew him to her core. She was wet and her nether regions glistened in the moonlight, and his senses called him to it with urgency.
His regal nose hit the center of her being and sniffed long. She gasped as the sensual oral assault began. He stroked the expanse of her womanhood with his tongue flattened against it, then stretched it as far as it could reach inside her channel.
Willingly, she fell deeper under the spell that he wove, moving to the gentle commands as his hot mouth worked its magic.
He was masculinity personified at its gentlest and most invincible, an erotically fascinating mix of carefully controlled physical strength and unleashed emotions. He gave her the best of both, inciting her mind with the visual clarity of his most sensuous thoughts that induced a fever of need in her body, something that he never gave to his wife.
The strength and shape of his tongue changed to long and pointed and he used it to circle and flick her nub, she cried out in joy and desperation as his skillful appendage licked her most sensitive spot, first slow and unhurried, then fast and frenzied.
It seemed like it wasn't enough that she cried and screamed out her pleasure, the sounds becoming deafening, he added two fingers to her dripping womanhood, circled an inch or two inside her entrance before he drove them deep inside.
She was shattering, bucking into his face and hands. He held her down while he never relented on the pressure that he applied with his tongue. It tickled, it burned, it was intense, it was satisfying, and her body climbed higher and higher as she soared through the heavenly bliss.
But she had to come down; to contain such lofty sensations might actually kill her, another stab of his fingers and flick of his tongue and the dam burst. It left her a crying quivering mess as her body's nectar slid out of her being and onto his tongue. The taste was exotic and his awaiting appendage lapped up her essences.
He lifted her still shaking form off the bed and placed her on her hands and knees. One hand held her waist while the other held onto the wooden bed head firmly. He was determined to leave his woman satisfied, and Kagome had always enjoyed being taken from the back.
She closed her eyes tightly, tensing slightly as she mentally prepared herself for the sharp entry.
He thrust deeply and groaned at the pleasure that shot through him; Kagome hissed then screamed as he bottomed her out, but backed into him anyway. He was relentless as he filled her, stretching her almost to the breaking point with himself.
Her muscles contracted around him then released him again. He felt that he wouldn't last if she kept that up. He gritted his teeth and pulled her back unto him and sought her mouth. He kissed her savagely, biting into her lips and imprinted her with his taste.
He began to move again, though this time with urgency, his strokes sharp and long and she felt every inch of his length and ample girth. The storm gathered in her womb.
His legs on the outside of hers caged her into its iron fortress, his manhood glided in and out of her slippery passage. Sesshomaru anchored himself more securely to the bed post with one hand while the other he used to hold her in place as he pounded into her.
It was hard to believe but she felt as his pace quickened; her gasps and soft hungry moans made him weak as the sounds left her mouth.
Tension mounted. Sesshomaru drove into her more forceful now, demanding as his need grew tenfold and his end drew closer.
"Come for me my sweet," he ordered, and with a few more thrust of his hips she was almost there. She felt as his legs quivered and knew that he was on the verge of his climax. Oh kami it was going to be big!
They exploded. Shattering into pieces as the orgasmic end blew them away. It tore through them simultaneously. She felt it stream through her womb as he unloaded all that he had to offer deep inside her body. In that quivering second in time everything changed forever.
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"Kagome, Kagome?" Sesshomaru called, his voice pierced her sleep ridden head in the morning. "We need to talk."
"Okay," she said on a yawn.
Sesshomaru explained in great detail his plans, and encouraged her to stay strong because the time for them to be reunited draws nigh. He went next to see his pups before he left, they were getting bigger and did not know him. He sighed as he held them close and imprinted them with his scents.
When he left his family again, Kagome cries broke his heart. He never did like to see her cry, but this time he felt a little better, he had left her with a promise for the future.
Two days after his return to the west the emperor arrived, it was almost a month before his scheduled visit. Very well then Sesshomaru decided, the plans will just have to be executed immediately.
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